As I mentioned in my post this week, our dog, Nittany, celebrates a big birthday in a few weeks. Of course, I have to honor pets of all kind. They find a way into our hearts and never let go. Here's a few additional thoughts. Image by Der Weisswald via Pexels. Image by Anton Atanasov via... Continue Reading →
Nittany, our Lhasa Apsa – Bichon Frise, has a big week coming up. The grand dame is turning 14. In doggy years, she’s two years shy of celebrating her 100th birthday. She doesn’t get around like she used to, she walks gingerly up our stairs, she needs the occasional help getting off our couch, but... Continue Reading →
English author A.A. Milne came up with the idea for Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends in 1921 after he watched his son Christopher Robin play with his stuffed animals and saw him give them various voices and character traits. Christopher’s stuffed bear, originally named Edward, was renamed Winnie-the-Pooh after they visited the London Zoo and fell in... Continue Reading →
I’m failing miserably. Here’s what I mean. My dog is judging my wife and me. I eat salad and I get the look. It’s a deep probing look that says “Yo, birdbrain, you coulda had a hamburger and instead you’re eating a bunch of green stuff that grows from the ground. I pee all the... Continue Reading →
I felt like I was cheating. I felt like I should be wearing a large scarlet letter A on my chest for "Adulterer." At the same time, though, I could help but ask myself out loud, "was it really cheating?" Nah, I tried to convince myself as I reached over and gave her another rub.... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year again. Valentine's Day comes on Tuesday. It will be here before you know it. Valentine's has so many different meanings. For some, it's a burden, a reminder of what's lost or never was. For others, it's a commercially-created must-do, a check-box of sorts: "Gotta get the heart-shaped chocolates and a... Continue Reading →
Nittany, our 13-year-old Lhasa Apso – Bichon Frise, whines. I try to calm her by rubbing her ears, but she returns my love with her big questioning eyes that ask why I’m not letting her down onto the floor. She wants to know who is at the door. When we have a delivery from Amazon... Continue Reading →
I’ve cut people off on the highway. I’ve told a white lie or two. When I was in college, I didn't return the $10 the convenience store cashier handed me thinking it was a dollar bill. When my day comes and I get sent to the Pearly gates and Saint Peter asks me why he... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, my youngest son was hanging out with a couple of his friends and called us on his cellphone to let us know that he was driving on a busy road near our home, and got hit by another car. When he came home, he was apologetic about the scratch on the car. ... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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